HYGTG !      by KissLeclerc
May 14, 2024    #    "Preferably Madeline."

            RECLINED ON THE PLUSH COUCH in her Villa that sat near the coast of Monte Carlo, Solana shuffled through weeks of missed mail as she had recently gotten back from being away, whether it be from work or recreational purposes, like spending time with friends.

The scent of the sea breeze wafted through her open windows, mingling with the warmth of the afternoon sun. She was in her casual loungewear as she sifted through the crisp letters.

As Solana meticulously separated the mail into two piles; one destined for opening, the other for the bin — she finally picked up the stack of letters that came in today.

Among them all, a striking Ferrari Red envelope caught her eye, its intricate details hinting at something significant inside. With her name elegantly inscribed in white and gold calligraphy, curiosity surged as she carefully broke the white seal with familair initials, revealing an invitation that confirmed her suspicions.

"Together with their families, Charles Marc Herve Perceval Leclerc and Madeline Grace Persephone Cordova cordially invite you to celebrate their marriage," The words danced in her mind, a faint smile gracing her lips as she absorbed the contents before she took a deep breath.

She was happy for him, of course she was. But she still couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as she read the words inviting her to celebrate his marriage to Madeline.

Madeline, the girl Solana had been good friends with in the past. The girl that Solana had introduced to Charles all those years ago, when they were younger and carefree.

The girl that drifted after getting what she desired most.

The girl that Solana helped Charles ask out.

Solana had watched their relationship blossom, even as her own feelings for him remained hidden, buried deep within her heart.

It was messy to her, and she didn't like that. She loathed herself for liking a taken man. Which is why she distanced herself as much as she could, years ago.

But their youthful, yet platonic love still lingered. Every reunion seeming as if Sol and Charles were never apart for months. The two still bringing out each other's childish energies with their little inside jokes, that never failed to get old.

But regardless, it still felt wrong to her.

Folding the invitation carefully, she tucked it away with a bittersweet smile, determined to be the supportive friend he needed.

After a couple moments of regathering her thoughts, Solana picked up her phone and went ahead to dial a number for emotional support.

"Hello?" Her dear friend Thalia was quick to answer the call, a crunch from her side following after. "Sorry, I'm eating an apple."

"Thalia..." The tennis player breathed out.

"Solana..." The model mumbled her name in the same way. "Wait, are you alright?" She quickly sensed the lack of Sol's notable enthusiasm.

"Yeah, it's not anything bad. I just had a sudden mood drop and I just needed to hear someone's voice."

"Aw, my love—" Thalia's sweet laugh quickly cheered her up, as expected. "Well, do you wanna talk about it?" She took another bite of her apple.

"I feel like you can piece it together if you think hard enough." Sol nervously laughed. A deep exhale from her nose following after.

"Oh wait..." Thalia paused. "Did the wedding invite come in for you too?" She asked. "Because Lando got his—"

"Yeah." Her voice soft cut her off with shame. She hated feeling this way. Especially since Charles had been with Madeline for years.

"Aw, are you holding up okay?" Thalia questioned once more, now knowing the tone of the situation. "Of course! I'm happy for them. Charles deserves someone good."

"Yeah exactly... but he's marrying a pretentious bit—"

"THALIA!" Solana scolded her friend as she groaned in response. "Hey, just because you're nice doesn't mean I have to be.... I don't like her."

"And why is that, exactly?" She groaned, a subtle laugh coming from her friend in response.

"You know exactly why. And Lily doesn't like her either." Thalia replied. "If Lily Muni He doesn't like you, then you have to be an absolute fucki—"

"HEY!" Sol scolded once more. "Be nice."

"Okay, okay!" Thalia laughed, "But seriously. I was just saying." She paused. Another crunch of an apple traveling through the call. "Why do you cut her so much slack anyways?. You and I both know she's an ass."

"Be nice!!" Sol repeated herself. "And because! I don't like to hold grudges. Madeline may have wronged me—"

"Multiple, multiple times."

"That's besides the point." The tennis player laughed. "Forgive others, but you don't have to forget! I definitely haven't forgotten what she's done to me. But she is forgiven."

"You're better than me. That's for sure." Thalia took another bite from her apple. "Well.. uhh, are you excited for the wedding...?" Her mouth full, asking the question as an attempt to change the topic.

"I mean... realistically, I hope tennis interferes—"

"Nope. They made sure their wedding date was perfect." She cut Sol off.

"What's that supposed to even mean..."

"It means they made sure their closest friends will be able to be in attendance." Thalia explained. "No race. No fashion weeks. No sporting events... I'm shocked they were even capable of securing a date like that."

"God damnit, Charles." Sol grumbled. "Always been a perfectionist." 

"That's your best friend for you." The model teased.

"Best friend is a stretch. We aren't ten years old anymore." She scoffed through her accent. "Riiight." Thalia mumbled. "Whatever you say."

"wHatEVeR yOu sAY." Solana mocked her. Another scoff coming from the other side of the call. "Uh, rude?!"

"Sorry, you're rubbing off on me a little bit."

"Maybe that's a good thing." Thalia's smile could practically be heard through the phone. "Need you to call someone a bitch."

"Thalia—"

"Preferably Madeline."

"THALIAAAA!" Solana laughed at her friend in disbelief, but still loved her subtle disses regardless.

"That's my name!" Thalia said through the phone. "Miss me?" She asked.

"I do actually..."

"Well good news. I will be in town for that girlfriend of mine." She said happily.

"Um.. are you talking about me or Lando?" Sol asked in confusion.

"The second one, sorry."

"Oh! Okay so what the hell am I?"

"My husband, of course." Thalia snickered. "Oh, so I'm better?" Sol laughed. "This is beautiful."

"Are you up for some brunch?" The model asked. "On Saturday, maybe?"

"That sounds perfect!"

"Amazing, I shall see you then my pretty lady." Thalia flirted. "Don't do this to me because I can't be attracted to another taken— nevermind."

"Oh, my Sol..."

"IT WAS A JOKE. I'm sorry, I know... it's evil." She panicked.

"Girl you're good, it's fine!" Thalia tried to cheer her up. "Sometimes you just can't control your feelings."

"I'm aware." Sol grumbled into the palms of her hands. "Like very aware." She paused. "If I were able to control it, I'd be way over Charles."

"My good friend Selena once said." Thalia cleared her throat. "The heart wants what it wants—" She sang.

"My heart wants a taken man and I'm going to hell for it." Sol grumbled. A pang in her chest as the guilt overtook her once again. "It's so bad."

"Oh and, IM the dramatic one?" Thalia scoffed.

"No, you're just an idiot."

"Oh, okay so you can't call Madeline a bitch, which is the whole hearted truth might I add.... but you can call ME? Your precious Thalia, an idiot?" Thalia continued to argue as Solana smiled to herself. She loved this girl dearly.

"Yes exactly that, my love."

"Okay. Brunch is cancelled."

VERA'S VOICE!
ohhhhhhhhh solia ?? thalana.. idk. but . i love them u guys..

solana being supportive while thalia is just spewing hate. yeah ... sounds like my girls!!!!!!!!! anywho!

hello belle hello elena i think too.
loveeeeee veeeeeeera